[My conscience Kill writes in the brackets and bolded]

    <  My conscience Joy writes in these and  Italics>

     { I respond in these}

Properly written version here!

Proof-Reading in progress. Very slow start, but comedic chapters start at nine or ten. If you pass a certain chapter that has not been proof read, I hope it doesn't turn you away as I will fix those once I have time. Writing gets better as you progress. Check latest chapter for proof.

A manga-type story and also, expect crazy amine-esque things to happen. Enjoy!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Equestrian High, this was not a regular school, well not if you count the subjects at least. It was mainly to prepare you for the outside world and to aid in finding a proper occupation for your special talent. Ponies would come here and be given a dorm room, often times you could choose to have either a roommate or a singular room. Depending on your talent, some students are even given jobs around here as the school encourages such.

But, that raises a question. Why am I here?

Well, it wasn’t like I had some grand quest for my cutie mark, not like other ponies anyway. I was born with it after all. Yeah, the angelic and tribal wing on my flank? Those are my marks.

But, introductions first, my name is Razor Graze. I am a pegasus, and yes, I wear clothes unlike other ponies. My mane is streaked red and white, as the icy shade of my coat was complimented by the occasional white spot. But one thing that you should know about me aside from the physical description, is that I have two consciences both of their own free will named, Kill and Joy. They would often in times communicate with another, or myself as well as have a rather large influence on my actions and my life. Whether I want them to, or not.

Of course, this affects me in a rather bad way, my cutie marks reflecting their own. This has made most ponies look at me like I have cutie pox, or as Kill told me once, 'a leper' thus being the reason why I began wearing clothes, hiding who I am from society, which you know is never fun.

---

Outside of the school, I stood beside my father for what may be a long time until I finish my years in this facility. "My colt is growing up so fast. Last thing I knew, you were just this small," he said, hovering a hoof in mid-air. "And now, you are leaving your old dad to grow up. I'm gonna miss you, Graze," my father said, embracing me as he did so.

"I'm gonna miss you too dad, but I’ll be home when vacation comes," I reassured him, hopefully.

[COME ON LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD, WWWWOOOOOOO! FINALLY, WE ARE FREE! FRRREEEEE!] Kill shouted excitedly.

Ignoring his comment, I released the embrace with my father and walked on, leaving behind my old life and off to a new one as I entered the compound of 'Equestrian High.'

Waving him a hoof good bye, I carried my belongings to the room which I was assigned a year back when I had applied, but, it seems that I was a tad bit late as the semester had started a week earlier. Seeing the amount of students, it was obvious that this school was known for its popularity compared to the others in Trottingham which were quite small. Yet, this one alone couldn’t touch the rustle and bustle of Manehattan or the high class society of Canterlot.

Seeing every student go their usual way, may it be class to class, or the small talk during break interval, I had felt right at home. Well, my new home as I had just left behind my old one, but, as Kill stated before,  "YAHOO! I'M FREE!"

---

The room I was placed was so... How should I put, dead. Yeah, that’s the right word. There was nothing much to see, just a bed, windows here and there, a cupboard, a desk to study, a kitchen with a counter and a lot more space than you would actually expect. Finally settling down in my room, I had now begun to unpack my belongings until suddenly, I heard a bell ring.

Right, school... Classes.

Now in realization and a hurry, I grabbed my time table and checked the clock. Oh shit! What do I have first?!

[Better hurry! Wanna make a good appearance, dont'cha?] Kill asked.

{Ohh shut up, I know I know!}

<Says here, you got Maths! > Joy stated excitedly for the first day.

{Thanks Joy, I owe ya one.}

Rushing out of the room with my textbooks and stationery, I quickly locked my dorm and galloped through the halls, dodging both students and teachers, who at that time, saw a white blur, dashing through the halls, stopping at each door.

“Thank Celestia!” I praised in relief, as I had finally found the door with big bolded letters stating: MATHEMATICS. Without hesitation, I slammed through the door, interrupting both the class and the teacher.

With an observative eye, as I sheepishly smiled, he slowly trotted towards me. "You must be the new student, Raze Graze, aren't you?”

A few mumbles were heard from the class, as the teacher had blatantly and I’m sure, purposely called out my name, wrongly. "It's Razor Graze, mister..." I stopped mid-sentence, allowing the stallion to introduce himself.

"Mr. Pythagoras," he finished my sentence, shaking my hoof in doing so. Ending our gentlecolts introductions, I was about to begin my search in finding my seat, only to be held back by the teacher’s hoof. “Where do you think you’re going? We still don’t know anything about you.”

"I don't want to be rude, but isn't this Maths?"

"Well yes, you seem to be quite bright, that’s for sure," he stated with sarcasm, the ponies in the class snickering at his comment." But we always like to know  about our bright new faces, so please, go ahead."

< He seems to be a bundle of sunshine and daisies,> Joy rolled his eyes.

Well, great, I was placed in the bucking spotlight. Sure, pick on the new pony.

“Well first of all, my name is Razor Graze, not Raze Graze, or just Graze would be fine,” I introduced myself, correcting the teacher with extra emphasis on my name. "I really don't know what else to say, so I think I can answer a few questions from the class."

Finally looking forward to the class, I watched the room, brightened with different colours as if it were a rainbow, each mare and colt different shades of color, and also, one with a mane and tail of every color!

Seeing a purple unicorn raise her hoof, I acknowledged the mare, picking her to ask the first question. "Hello, I am Twilight Sparkle,” she introduced herself. “What does your cutie mark even mean? You know, your special talent?" She observed the two wings upon my flank.

“Next question!” I blatantly exclaimed, avoiding the topic.

"Oh, darling, it can’t be that bad!” A white mare with a cutie mark of three gems, approached me.

[Oh shit, think of something fast!] Kill advised.

"Well uhm, actually it's two cutie marks," I showed them the two different wings separated from each other upon both flanks.

Suddenly with a huge gasp in perfect uni-tone, the class was in chaos as one random pink Pony with a poofy mane shouted, "CUTIEPOCKS! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"  Celestia knows where she got the hazmat suit, but, I couldn’t help but notice that during the utter chaos from the entire class.

“Class! Ponies! Calm down!” Mr. Pythagoras tried his best to calm the entire class.

Trying my best, I joined the teacher in aiding him soothe the class of their worries. "Wait, NO! Stop! It isn't cutiepocks... I-I was born this way," the class stayed still and listened as I continued with a  tiny white lie. "It represents my talent to see the good and bad in ponies. Actually comes quite in handy."

[That is the most bullshit of a lie that I’ve ever heard, Kill commented.

<Oooo I like that pink one,> Joy said, ignoring Kill once again.

With a better sense of understanding, the class got back to their seats from their spontaneous burst of confusion.

A zebra raised her hoof, “You, stallion with a red and white mane, what type of diet do you maintain?" Rhyme? Seriously?

[I got this one,] Kill said, taking control of my voice.

"Oh, I like oranges," I involuntarily replied, because of my inner conscience. I don’t know what he did, but that zebra had looked like she had just seen a ghost. Her mouth was agape and still, her eye twitching as she sat back down in defeat trying to find words to rhyme with orange.

A sound of disbelief came from an orange mare in the class, wearing a Stetson as she replied walking towards me, "Now wait here ah gul darn secon', you tryin' tuh say you don’t like apples?"

"Oh no no, nothing like that at all Ms.--"

"--Applejack," she finished in slight aggravation.

[Mother of Celestia, you just dissed her name.] Kill said in realization, [And her cutie mark too!]

"I don't have anything against apples," I said, hoping to reassure her, not wanting to become a victim the first day of my life here. ''I'm sorry if I offended you," I replied, apologetically, lending out my hoof.

"A’right, fair enough, for now, " she responded, half unsure if that was good or bad, but good thing though, she did accept my hoofshake... Even though she had spit it on it before.

A false smile on my face, I watched the mare walk back to her seat as I quickly wiped the spit against my clothes.

[I really hope this school has a laundry room,] Kill complained.

Late enough as I already was, and due to the random burst of confusion, caused by one mare, might I add, I was not in the least bit surprised when I had heard the ringing of the school’s bells, this early.

"Alright class, you can all ask Graze questions during your lunch break, it looks like our time is up and we will be continuing tomorrow, so read up and do your homework!" The teacher instructed as the entire class walked out.

Following the crowd as they rushed to the cafeteria, only one thing could have possibly been on their minds, the school’s greatest gift to us other than the dorms, free food.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

A tray held firmly between my jaws, I couldn’t help but notice the aroma of the daisy and daffodil sandwich, and a muffin.

Being the new kid here and what not, I sat alone, undisturbed, enjoying my peace and quiet with my beloved food.

[Yo, pink filly, poofy mane, 12 o' clock,] Kill disrupted my zone of calmitude with my mouth open and sandwich in my hooves as he informed me, forcing me to watch in the direction of a pink mare, skipping with a tray perfectly balanced on her head. She had either defied all laws of physics or simply just mastered the art of a perfect skip, but dammit, I wanted to learn how to skip perfectly too.

"Hiya!” She greeted, placing her tray on the table, sitting beside me. “I am soooo sorry for the random outburst in maths, today. My name is Pinkie Pie, and I know everypony in Equestria High and you must be new here, of course you’re new here, Pythagoras just said that." She then gasped," Oh my gosh! You're new here! You know what this calls for? A party! Come by room, fifty-four , tonite at seven o'clock everypony is going to be there! OOOHH OHH AND BRING A SLEEPING BAG--"

Honestly, I stopped paying attention after the word, ‘bag’, other than that, I swear to Celestia, all I wanted to do, was eat my food! This mare just won't stop talking! She just goes on and on and on as if there is no such thing called a breather.

[Bless your soul Pinkie Pie, and thank you Celestia and Luna, that on my first day, we are having a party,  with mares. Bless your soul, you pink hyperactive angel.]Kill thanked, wiping a tear from his eye.

{Such a frickin drama queen.}

"--AND LOTS OF GAMES AND MUSIC! IT'S GONNA BE SUPER DUPER FUN AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET TO KNOW EVERYONE--" She obviously loves throwing parties...Oh wait a second...Yup, her cutie mark is balloons, how stupid of me not to notice.

"SEE YA LATER! Oh yeah, and Kill isn't a Drama Queen, he just loves to party too!” Pinkie exclaimed, waving goodbye as she carried her tray with her, joining a company of five other mares.

Not actually paying any attention to the mare whatsoever, I nodded, agreeing with her as I slowly chewed my sandwich, until it had hit me...

“Wait a second, what?!” I exclaimed, choking on my sandwich in sudden realization.

{[< WAIT, HOW? WHO? WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!>]} We all shouted in my head with unison.

My mind broken and eyes twitching, I was soon accompanied by a grey mare eyeing down my muffin. “Hey, you gonna eat that?”

“Uh uh,” I managed to sound, shaking my head slowly with my mouth wide open as I automatically handed her the muffin.

Waving her hoof in front my face, I showed no change of expression, not even a blink as she continued. “Hey, you gonna be alright?”

“Nuh-uh.”

[A/N: Proof-read.] Next Chapter: The 4th What? Estimated time remaining: 17 Hours, 58 Minutes